Finished...... Master Yuantong's hand shook, and the mini electric cooker that had been reassembled fell apart again.

If yesterday's "food poisoning" in the whole school was really Murong Kunpeng's demon, then Lao Qu drank this full pot of soup and medicine today, and he still had to vomit out his intestines?

Where's this decoction?

This is clearly a Zhuangxing wine!

Master Yuantong plucked the cold in his heart, and he tested the poison with the concept of "I don't go to hell, who will go to hell......

But that's just a slogan!

It's the same as "don't eat, don't sleep, cheer up and earn money", "even if you hit your head and bleed, you have to rush into a building with a line", "if you want to get rich, build roads first, have fewer children and more trees" or something is the same, the same!

He is practicing "King Kong is not bad divine skill", and he will definitely not die if he licks it, but if he drinks all the decoction and dregs in one go...... Master Yuantong's heart was almost broken: Don't pay attention to the old man, the old man wants to be quiet!

When the mini electric cooker fell, Murong Kunpeng, Ah Ji and the 100,000 army, who had been squatting around as if they were in a meeting with the beggars, jumped up reflexively.

This pot of soup medicine was boiled just now, it was hot and steaming, if it was splashed on the face, it would not be disfigured?

However, the mini electric cooker fell to the ground but did not spill out the medicinal soup at all, it was obvious that this was not scientific, with a strong desire for knowledge for science, Murong Kunpeng, Aki and the 100,000 army looked at the pot in unison: I'll go! There was not a drop left in the medicinal soup, and the dregs of the medicine were eaten cleanly, and the sparkling in the pot was as if it had just been thrown away......

It's so clean to lick!

Murong Kunpeng, Aji, and the 100,000 army couldn't help but gasp, Murong Kunpeng was very worried, he didn't know what effect this pot of soup medicine would have if he drank it, if Master Yuantong became old and ugly like he dreamed......

That's exciting!

Aki and the 100,000 army were envious, jealous and hateful: too obscene! It's despicable! It's so shameless! You're a Shaolin monk! How can you use power for personal gain! How can you get bored? You don't even leave us with the dregs!

But then again, what is that pot of soup and medicine boiling, even Master Yuantong has to seek personal power and do it first as a respect?

Because he couldn't drink it, Aki and the 100,000 army yearned for it even more, and that feeling was like...... Missed a hundred million!

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Jiang is still old and spicy, because he dried up a pot of soup and medicine in a daze, and Master Yuantong, who lost his temper for a while, quickly recovered himself, and took out a big black pill and presented it to Murong Kunpeng with both hands:

"The old man slipped his hand for a moment...... Drink all your medicine and break your pot, although the old man is for your safety, but after all, it has caused you a loss. Lao Wei is a person who knows right from wrong, classmate Murong, you can accept this strong pill! ”

"Wow......" Aki and the 100,000 army are all lit up with star eyes, Master Yuantong is going to be transferred to a fortune boy!

Yesterday, I kicked Murong Kunpeng's pot and lost a strong pill, and today I dropped Murong Kunpeng's pot and lost another strong pill, is it a big sale of strong pills or is Murong Kunpeng's pot made of gold and inlaid with diamonds?

Of course, although the price of strong pills on the market is 1,000 yuan, which is still in short supply, but for Master Yuantong, the deacon of the Shaolin School of Discipline Academy, getting one hundred and eighty pills is not like playing? Master Yuantong thought so, if it wasn't for Murong Kunpeng, this would be a spiritual compensation for Murong Kunpeng, if it was really Murong Kunpeng, then he could get it back with his own hands. It doesn't matter if you can't get it back, a strong pill recognizes a person, it's worth it!

"I'm sorry, you didn't mean to!" Murong Kunpeng took the pill with a simple and honest face.

Obviously, Master Yuantong didn't know enough about Murong Kunpeng's shamelessness, and the old monk was stunned at that time, and he stretched out his hands and maintained a posture of giving him for a long time before he reacted.

The corner of Master Yuantong's eyes jumped twice strongly: he is a person who knows right from wrong, and there is no reason to bring back the things he sent, but why does he suddenly have the urge to want the powerful pill back, or to snatch it back if he doesn't come back?

"By the way, Master Yuantong, do you have anything to do with me?" Murong Kunpeng put away the strong pill and asked honestly.

Demons! If you take the benefits, you will drive people out, right? Master Yuantong drooped his eyelids, and rubbed the rosary with his big hand: If I am poisoned, there will definitely be something, but I don't seem to be poisoned, at least for the time being......

"Amitabha...... What is there and what is nothing? What is emptiness and what is color...... Good and good, good ......" Master Yuantong decisively entered the unique pretending mode of the monk, and left indifferently with his hands folded and reciting words, leaving behind the four sluts who were confused.

As soon as he left, Murong Kunpeng gathered the parts of the mini electric cooker and reassembled them carefully.

"Brother Bird, this pot ......" Aki looked at the mini electric cooker that had fallen off the slag, and wanted to say that this pot still needs to be repaired? No one wants to pick it up if you throw it outside, right? But thinking that they had no money, Aki couldn't open his mouth.

"This pot can be used improvised," Murong Kunpeng smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Tomorrow another pot of Chinese medicine is waiting for him!" ”

……

"Hiss......" Jiang Hanxue was still inhaling cold air in her sleep, her beautiful eyebrows like Qingshan Yuandai frowned tightly, her little hands covered her soft little belly, and her slender delicate body curled up into a small group of trembling, as if her stomach was still hurting in a dream.

Before she exchanged her body with Murong Kunpeng, she was naturally vomiting and diarrhea, and the poor Cold Snow Fairy had never suffered this sin when she was so old, she really tossed her to death, and she didn't know how she fell asleep.

Fairy, what's wrong? It looks like ...... It's cold! Xin'er approached cautiously, like a vigilant little hamster: the fairy is Dan Xiu, with Dan Huo protecting her body, how can it be cold? Don't...... Or is it an illusion?

At this moment, Jiang Hanxue's tightly closed phoenix eyes suddenly opened, and two terrifying cold rays bloomed in her eyes, as if they were two swords that sharpened iron like clay, nailing Xin'er, who had already approached Xuanyu's bed, there!

Xin'er was so shocked that her delicate body trembled, and she didn't dare to move for half a minute, this feeling was too familiar, and Xin'er's eyes moistened in an instant:

That's great! The strength of the medicine has finally passed......

Staring at her tearful eyes, Jiang Hanxue frowned slightly, and her voice was as cold as the cold wind from Siberia: "What's wrong?" ”